Cold Comfort
Anthony D'Amato"Cold Comfort" is a song by Anthony D'Amato, released in 2014 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:12 long and contains 35 lines and 209 words.
Lyrics
0:15Cut your losses
0:17Each day gets a little bit shorter
0:20Just be honest
0:23It's bad blood but you really can't afford it
0:25Oh how the sycamore bows its head to the hurricane
0:31Oh now the reservoir fills its bed with the summer rain
0:37And I don't know what to say
0:42That wouldn't be cold comfort
0:48That wouldn't be cold comfort
0:54That wouldn't be cold comfort
1:00That wouldn't be cold comfort
1:07Spread the ashes
1:10It's time to shed your skin again
1:13Hide the matches
1:16One strike and you'll never get it lit again
1:18Oh how the tourniquet soaked in blood's
1:22Just the start of it
1:24Oh now the tournament's just begun
1:28And we're part of it
1:30I don't know what to say
1:35That wouldn't be cold comfort
1:41That wouldn't be cold comfort
1:47That wouldn't be cold comfort
1:52That wouldn't be cold comfort
2:14Oh how the sycamore bows its head to the hurricane
2:20Oh now the reservoir spills its edge with the summer rain
2:25And I don't know what to say
2:30That wouldn't be cold comfort
2:37That wouldn't be cold comfort
2:43That wouldn't be cold comfort
2:49That wouldn't be cold comfort
2:55That wouldn't be cold comfort
3:01That wouldn't be cold comfort
3:06That wouldn't be cold comfort
3:12That wouldn't be cold comfort
Cut your losses Each day gets a little bit shorter Just be honest It's bad blood but you really can't afford it Oh how the sycamore bows its head to the hurricane Oh now the reservoir fills its bed with the summer rain And I don't know what to say That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort Spread the ashes It's time to shed your skin again Hide the matches One strike and you'll never get it lit again Oh how the tourniquet soaked in blood's Just the start of it Oh now the tournament's just begun And we're part of it I don't know what to say That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort Oh how the sycamore bows its head to the hurricane Oh now the reservoir spills its edge with the summer rain And I don't know what to say That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort That wouldn't be cold comfort
Translation
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